The Primordial Record novel Chapter 1258

Chapter 1258: I Am All Kind Of Wrong

Wormtongue was created for the express purpose of locking down primordial keepers, and one of its functions was to take advantage of the Memory of the Keeper that had been killed.

When the Memory arrived in the Great Desert, in that instant, it created a connection with the entire Primordial Keepers, because in this place, they were all connected.

The Aura of so many Soul Origin Orbs witnessed by the slain Keeper echoed throughout the Great Desert, and every Primordial Keeper in existence felt the throb of this power that should be in their care burning into their senses like a hot brand into their soul.

From the sands, countless Primordial Keepers began to arise, facing a single direction-the Memory of the slain Keeper, and with that connection, Rowan struck the blade of the Cherubim cutting into the Great Desert, opening the channel for Wormtongue to enter.

Wormtongue was connected to the Memory, and the Memory was connected to every Primordial Keeper, Rowan used this Source-level treasure as a fishing hook, the Memory was the bait, and the Primordial Keepers was the fish that had just bit.

Rowan pulled, and reality quaked.

His strength was not enough but he was using his Telekinesis which was strangely getting stronger the weaker his body became and he pulled, taking from the Great Desert something that should never leave it, the memories of the Keepers.

His strength and Telekinesis turned out not to be enough, but he also had one last tool he could use and that was Wormtongue.

Almost like an elastic band that had been stretched to the limit, Wormtongue throbbed and hummed in a discordant fashion as if the tension it was being placed under was almost more than it could bear, and then it retracted with a fierce momentum that generated so much power that it released a shockwave that slammed into Rowan, flinging him back for thousands of miles, and due to his present weakness, he was stunned for a moment.

Shaking his head like a bulldog, Rowan struggled back to his feet, his hand had not released its hold on Wormtongue even while he was disoriented.

Blood poured down his scalp down his eyes, but Rowan disregarded all of that and fixed his gaze in the distance on the mound of Soul Origin Orbs and sighed in relief when he saw that nothing had happened to them, and only then did he have the presence of mind to touch his scalp and discovered the harsh wound that tore through the flesh of his forehead to the bone, he realized that when Wormtongue snapped back, it had torn into his skull, and because it was a Source-level treasure, even his insane regenerative abilities were hampered.

The wound was bleeding red mortal blood for a moment before the blood grew thick like tar before it transformed into golden blood and his flesh zipped shut the wound so fast it was as if it was never there.

A light of anger flashed through Rowan's eyes when he saw what appeared like dark clouds surging towards the Soul Origin Orbs, not for a moment did he forget that he had just lured every Primordial Keeper in existence to this place.

Rowan took a step forward, wishing to close the gap, because there was no way he was going to allow the Keepers to touch the Soul Origin Orbs, but he stumbled, his knees were weak, the blow from Wormtongue had taken more from him than he had realized.

The Tribulation was not over, the sneaky thief had one last surprise for him because there was no way with his reflexes that he should not have been able to dodge the blow from Wormtongue.

"Ancient one, I don't feel so good."

Rowan turned to his side, the body of the sprite was curled into herself, and a green miasmic haze had settled over her like a cloud, with Rowan's sight he saw this miasmic haze was like tiny worms that had crawled all over the sprite, and for a moment he was confused about their origin, but then he sensed the powers of the Primordial Keepers, and he understood that the sprite was suffering because she was in their vicinity.

He might not have been affected even when he was near every Primordial Keeper in existence, but the sprite was not him, and even though her insane regenerative ability could heal almost anything, the touch of death that had surrounded the Primordial Keepers for so long, was not one of the things that she could heal.